#SexySnippets Where Jules thinks...why not

Sorry this is a bit (okay a lot) late in showing up. 

I've not been able to get onto the net. It kept saying move nearer to the router. I'f I was any neater,I would have swallowed it.

Anyway, here goes...

Let's see what Jules is up to...

(Okay, I hold my hands up, I've cheated a little, but where could I stop?)

Bottle it and sell it, instant arousal for anyone looking. She could feel her body tingling in response to his unwitting invitation. Down, girl, sex is not on the table, oh, for heaven’s sake, do not think of sex and table or down. No, not down—not on him or my knees±oh hell think showers, cold showers. She admonished herself and almost groaned aloud. No, not sex and showers—well definitely not Gray, sex and showers. Get your mind and body away from the amorous and into the mundane. Shit, I hope he can’t read what I’m thinking, I know I’ve not got a poker face. 

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Love R x

#MWT... Pierce Brosnan, Daniel Craig...and...Smolley?

#MidWeekTease time

Hi all, sorry I'm late...

It was a false hope she hadn't seen the way he'd shifted in his chair. Or the way his body had altered the shape of his chinos.

 "Down boy. I'm not on the menu."

Ruari swore his cheeks were the color of her dress. "Sorry, but I'm too tired to control my reactions. Luckily also too tired to act on them."

She giggled. "Don’t think you might wake them up. I've trained in self defense. Oh and contacted Mike at the hotel to get verification you're who you say you are. You pass the Mike-test. By the sound of it your passport photo makes you look like a cross between a young Pierce Brosnan, Daniel Craig, and someone called Smolley. That's according to Shanaia, who checked you in." She winked. "I reckon that is not a good mix, but each to their own."

 Ruari spluttered and almost choked on a mouthful of coffee. "Good grief I hope not, I'd no doubt get all their bad bits."

"Do they have any?" Nikki sniggered. "I mean Pierce and Daniel as Mr. Bond? They could play their cards right and have me."

 "Smolley?"

She shook her head. "Your guess is as good as mine there. No idea who he is but evidently, according to Shanaia, he's the best thing since sliced bread and what he can't do with his hands isn't worth mentioning. I told her not to mention what he could do with them either and she said I needed to open my mind and live. A scary thought if a guy named Smolley and his hands are involved." Nikki rolled her eyes and grinned.

 It was too much. Ruari laughed out loud, spilled his coffee all over his cream chinos and choked.

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Love R x

hehe it's Doris day... #TT to kill or not...

This week my #TT is a little different...

I've handed it over to Doris to celebrate her release, 

The Vampire's Protector...

And oh my...

It's so, so worth it...

I mean, just look...

and drool...

To Kill or not…

Dimitrius watched the young woman tied to his bed, and swirled the brandy in his glass with a small smile. What to do with her—that was the question. Even fast asleep, the raven haired eagle shifter stirred his lust, and his fangs itched to taste the blood her steady heartbeat pushed through her veins.

It would be so easy to take her. The rare blood type he sensed would be delicious, while he sunk his cock into her sweet pussy and took what he wanted. She would never remember, if he chose that course of action. It was a tempting thought, for sure, and it would solve his immediate concern about the other Protectors discovering his whereabouts.

His smirk deepened when her eyelids fluttered open, and she yanked on her restraints. Confusion was the uppermost emotion he sensed, not fear at being restrained, as he would have expected. A delightful development for sure, as she briefly relaxed into her ties, before her gaze connected with his. Lust flared in her eyes, when she checked him out, and his interest sparked. This was going to be fun.

“Sleeping Beauty is awake, I see. Tell me, did I pass the inspection?”  

*****

Thanks, Raven for letting me tease on your blog today. There was only one picture I could use, and that’s the inspiration for Dimitrius, the ancient and deadly vampire from The Vampire’s Protector, which released today!

*happy dance*

Hope you enjoyed it J

If that has peeked your interest, The Vampire’s Protector is available from Bookstrand today.

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[Siren Classic: Erotic Paranormal Consensual BDSM Romance, shape-shifters, vampires, HEA]

She is a Protector, sworn to kill vampires, not mate with them.

Eva Arnett is not having a good day. Not only does she prang her bike, but she is also set upon by a nest of vicious vamps, and then wakes up in an enigmatic stranger’s bed—naked and tied up. Her eagle has lost its mind. The ancient vampire cannot be her mate, but she cannot ignore this overwhelming urge to submit.

Dimitrius Zolnerovich isn’t overly fond of those pesky Protectors keeping him from his food supply. However, when he comes across Eva fighting for her life, he has to intervene. Six vamps against one woman—that’s just bad manners—even if she is a Protector.

He should keep his distance, but this experienced Dom cannot resist the gift of Eva’s submission, and besides, his myshka needs watching.

When trouble hits the village, lethal choices have to be made that may well spell the end for them both.

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Love R X

#TheMondayClub The Case of the Missing Knickers The Boxers Rebellion #fFreeRead week 5

And the saga ends...or does it?

The Boxers Rebellion

It was almost that time. We checked the doorbell worked—it did—and low and behold, at twenty-eight minutes past the hour, the bell rang.

We opened the door to a suitcase sitting on the path looking annoyed, and well frankly, dirty and in need of a wash. Well you would after four days heaven knows where, wouldn't you?

Then a lovely lady wheeled two more cases up to the house.

"Are these yours? One stinks."

She was right. I had to admit one had pungent French cheese in it. I hate cheese of any description, and this was dear husband's. He'd spent ages carefully deciding which cheeses he wanted to bring home, and packed them in his case. His case, thank goodness, not mine.

So I was reunited with three suitcases, which included, three boxes of French gluten free crisp breads, smelly trying to slide out of its packaging cheese and one with the boxers rebellion.

That case smelled, well pants. No wonder the boxers rebelled. Who would want to share a case with several chunks of over ripe French cheese?

As I was due to drive north the following morning, I just put that suitcase into the boot of the car, and ignored it and its contents, with the happy thought that my knickers weren't near it. (There's another lot of cheesy jokes here, but I'm going to be good and not make them.)

I could almost imagine my undies breathing a sigh of relief.

It was all well and good until I opened the car door the next morning. It didn't half smell funny. And I had a four-hour drive ahead of me.

I did the drive with the windows open. Luckily for me, it wasn't raining.

Eventually I got home and unloaded the cases. Dh response to my 'your case stinks' was to advise me to put the cheese in the fridge. Yuk. Believe me, they would have been thrown out, not stored in the fridge.

The clothes breathed a sigh of relief when I unlocked the cases and they saw the light of day for the first time since whenever. My lovely undies were no longer pants for the memories, or a set of That Airline bloomers, but home again.

Which begs the question… is That Airline pants? What do you think?

The end... until...

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Love R x